#and I kept getting confused as to why I wasn't feeling anything in my muscles until I realized it was because there wasn't anything TO feel?

[winged-mammal]

where’s that post about how annoying it is how good exercise is for you

because after working on my back and shoulder muscles for the past few months, I’ve suddenly noticed a distinct lack of pain and soreness and tightness that I’ve never felt before and it’s so fucking weird and I am ANNOYED

[loves0phelia]

Please write about Rafe who believes in love and a reader who doesn't! I love your first fic btw

Love

Summery: the request

Words: 1k

Warnings: small injury, grammar mistakes (feel free to correct me)

A/N: thank you so much for this request! xxx

Ever since you and Rafe met, he has been head over heels for you. He would follow you around like a lost puppy, he would get you anything you could possibly want, and always make sure you were okay.

In a way you loved how much he cared, but sometimes the feelings he left you with, made you confused.

In your head love was nothing but a useless feeling. The lovey dovey movies were fake and unrealistic, the people holding hands or kissing in the streets were disgusting and anyone who tried to prove you wrong was definitely not sane.

So why was Rafe Cameron making you feel this way? 

“Good morning pretty, got you your favorite like always” He says the second you open the door to his black pick up truck, and hand you the chocolate chips cookie from that bakery you adore.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to get me something every time?” Even though you wish you kept your lips in a straight line, a small smile took place on your lips.

“But if i stop bringing you snacks how else will i see this pretty smile of yours?” immediately your cheeks became red, so you turned your head to look out the passenger window as he finally started driving away.

After what felt like hours, you got the courage to speak up and asked him where he was taking you.

“Well I figured you wouldn't like the movies because you claim its “too romantic” so I decided on going up to the hill with some food and a book, we could spend the afternoon together until sunset. Also I brought my laptop in case you changed your mind about rom coms…” he uttered the last words anticipating your reaction to them.

“Are you serious? that's like the most rom com thing ever!” you threw your hands above your head and looked at him in disbelief.

“Come on Y/n just give it a shot please” you looked at him with a glare not breaking against his attempt at begging.

“for me?” your fake anger vanished the second the words left his mouth. His soft blue eyes and pouty lips had you in a choke hold. You could never refuse him even if you tried.

“fine” Rafe shouts in victory before grabbing your hand and shaking it while still holding the steering wheel.

“You're not going to regret it baby, i swear” his happiness calmed and now you could only hear the soft music playing on the radio and the harsh sound of his engine. 

What you hadn't noticed though was how his hand was still holding yours on top of your thigh for the rest of the ride. 

When the car finally came to a stop, Rafe jumped out and rushed to your side to open your door. While holding the small bag with the cookie you haven't eaten yet in your left hand your right one grabbed his so he could help you climb out. This gesture was almost too familiar now.

You stood a few feet away as he grabbed the cooler filled to the brim with various beverages and snacks. Your breath hitch when you noticed his arms flex beneath his gray shirt. 

“You ready?” you snapped your eyes away from his muscles as fast as light and quickly nodded, unable to speak any word.

In silence you both climbed the small trail up to the hill. While you could've been watching the blooming flowers, your mind was on rafe, you were daydreaming not paying attention to anything.

“shit” were your last words before tripping over a small branch on your path. your exclamation immediately made Rafe turn on his heels, he dropped the cooler to the ground and ran to you, examining the damage.

“im fine Rafe i just wasn't paying attention” you tried to comfort him but his gaze was fixated on the small cuts over one of your knees.

“Do you want to go back? we can do this another day” he asked concerned and almost already getting ready to turn back the way you came from.

“No rafe. Really I'm ok it's just a small scrap and I don't want our day to be ruined because of me” you almost pleaded.

“Are you sure you can walk? cause i can carry you” he suggested.

“don't be ridiculous, you're already carrying all that” you laughed and optimistically went back on the way.

the entire pathRafe and a small furrow in his brown and he stayed close to you in case of another accident, he was ready to catch you,

When you two were finally settled on a blanket led on top of the grass he began unpacking.

“So a movie or a book? also I'm warning you, if you choose a book you need to read to me.” he smiled innocently.

“book please” you answered shyly before taking the book from his hand. instantly rafe led his head on top of your lap and snuggled while grinning, knowing what he was doing,

but surprisingly you did not comment, nor move away, you stayed like that even when you began to read the words out loud.

he was so peaceful he almost looked asleep but the soft and smooth movement of his thumb over your small injury proved you he was definitely awake.

“Whats up” your brows furrowed wondering why he was asking. 

“you stopped reading.” You hadn't even realized you had stopped and you definitely didn't realize he was looking up at you, admiring you for almost 2 minutes before saying something.

“i was just thinking how much i appreciate this,i never realized before now how much i enjoyed it” 

“yea?” He sat up with the brightest smile.

“mhm” you hummed and you felt like a magnet was pulling you to him so without a thought you crashed your lips on his.

he made a noise of surprise before rapidly returning the gesture while sliding his fingers in your hair and holding you to him.

passionately you and Rafe kissed until you couldn't breath and that's how you realized love was actually the best thing to ever feel.

[lila-lou]

✨Hot water bottle✨

Summary: You're pregnant and Dean feels like he's letting you down.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Cas x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1147

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You tiredly pushed your hair out of your face before carefully pulling the blanket off your body and slowly getting out of bed. Your back cracked dully as you stood upright in the room. Your hand went straight to your lower back as a muffled moan escaped you. Your whole body ached and it was almost unbearable, even though you were only seven months pregnant. You still had two months to go and every single one of your muscles was already giving out.

Your eyes wandered to your phone on the nightstand. It was only 3am and the fourth time you had woken up with baby Dean practicing hunting with your bladder. You somehow sluggishly dragged yourself to the bathroom. A few minutes passed before you finally found the strength to get up from the toilet. After washing your hands, you actually wanted to go back to bed, but Castiel, who was sitting at the kitchen table, researching a new case, caught your attention.

“This is the fourth time in 3 hours (y/n). Are you sure you don’t have a bladder infection?”, Cas asked bluntly. He didn't even have to turn around to know you were awake. To get to Dean's room you had to pass through the kitchen, so you paid him a quick visit to answer him.

“Cas, I’m pregnant”, you murmur, looking over his shoulder. “You’re in pain. I can feel that. I can help you”, he replied without taking his eyes off the large book in front of him.

“That's really nice of you, but less than two hours later my back would definitely kill me again. I guess that’s normal”, you sighed before sinking onto the bench next to him. Seconds later, Cas placed a hand on your lower back, still not looking at you. Since your shirt rode up when you sat down, he was able to make direct skin-to-skin contact without much effort. Just as you were about to ask what the hell he was doing, you felt a pleasant warmth radiate from your back throughout your entire body. “Ugh… better than any hot water bottle”, you moaned quietly. "Thanks, Cas".

He didn't answer, but kept his hand in place for a while. Minutes passed before you heard someone enter the kitchen.

"What's going on here?", Dean asked, standing in the doorway with heavy eyes only half open. “Cas! What the hell are you doing?!". His tone was a mix of confusion and tiredness. However, you were also pretty sure you heard an undertone of annoyance. Ever since you were pregnant, Dean had been even more anxious than ever to protect you. He knew that Cas would never do anything that could hurt you, quite the opposite. Cas was the first to find out that you were pregnant. Even before yourself. Since then, he has done everything he can, to support you. Still, Dean couldn't suppress his jealousy well. It wasn't that he doubted your or Cas' feelings or intentions, but rather that he felt unnecessary. Cas could do so much better at many things with his powers and help faster than Dean that he was just afraid of disappointing you.

“(y/n) has a back pain”, Cas finally looked up from his book. “His hand is like a heater”, you added, smiling softly at your boyfriend. Dean inhaled sharply and rubbed his face before walking towards you. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have just made you a hot water bottle”, he gently ran his large hand through your hair. His expression was now more concerned than angry. Dean didn’t like how the pregnancy was affecting you at all. You struggled with morning sickness for much longer than most women. Your back pain started much earlier and was much more intense. Not to mention your constant tiredness. And that wasn't even half of your complaints. "I didn´t want to wake you up. You came home so late from hunting”, you admitted, leaning against his stomach. “You can always wake me up baby”, he kissed the top of your head, causing Cas to pull his hand away.

“Come back to bed”, Dean murmured into your hair, gently pulling you to your feet by your hand. As you yawned and rubbed your eyes tiredly, he picked you up without further ado and went back to his room with you in his arms. “Knowing you, you´ll trip and break a leg”, he said amused as you looked at him, surprised that he was carrying you.

“You’re the best”, you whispered against his chest, a slight grin on your lips. Dean looked down at you briefly, pulling in his bottom lip thoughtfully.

"What is wrong?", you traced the contours of his bare chest. He didn't answer, just shook his head slightly. “Dean”, you admonished him, sliding your hand to his neck.

"I hate not being able to help you like Cas", he grumbled, lightly pushing open the door to his room with his foot. "I knocked you up but Cas is taking better care of you than I ever will".

While your eyes were on Dean's face, he purposely looked away. Despite the fact that you had been together for so many months, it was still incredibly difficult for Dean to be vulnerable with you. As he gently laid you down on the bed, you grabbed his hand and made him look at you. “That’s not true Dean”, you whispered, pulling him closer again. “You take great care of me. I don't miss anything and you´re already the best dad I could wish for our Baby. Yes, Cas is helping me and I'm really grateful to him, but he'll never be able to replace you".

You hadn't finished your statement when Dean took his hand away from you and raised both arms slightly in desperation. “No matter what I do, he does it better. Let's just take your back pain. My stupid hot water bottle can't keep up with his magical heater hands".

As Dean whirled around for a few more minutes, you couldn't help but smile slightly. At some point, however, you had to stop his little outburst. “Could it be that your ego is a little bruised?”. You raised an eyebrow.

Dean narrowed his eyes slightly. "Of course it fucking is!". He admitted without thinking too much about it. He sank on the bed next to you, feeling a little depressed. “I want to be a good dad, but I want to be a damn good Boyfriend even more”, he murmured.

A soft smile crept on your lips as you pulled his face towards you with both hands. “You already are. I promise”, you gave him a quick kiss. “And there’s one thing in particular that you’re much better at than everyone else”.

Your smile turned into a smirk.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “And that would be?”, he asked challengingly.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1081

TW: Suicide Attempts

Anon asked: 

How are you with the prompt of a character... almost committing unalive before being stopped by somebody?

I think about this a lot. I’ve for sure written scenes like this (posted under the cut). I sort of live vicariously through it; it’s cathartic almost to receive the non-judgemental help from fictional characters when you yourself aren’t doing too well sometimes. 

So prompts-wise:

Your character is embarrassed when they’re found. They’re so open and vulnerable that they can’ t help but feel awkward and uncomfortable when they’re found. 

Is the caretaker angry? Are they shouting? Does this make your whumpee even more embarrassed?

Is the caretaker quiet - almost too quiet. Are they scared? Does your character feel shame for this? 

Do they pass out before help arrives? How does the caretaker find them? Are they bleeding? Are they seizing? Are they choking? Are they drowning? Does the caretaker administer CPR?

Who sits in the waiting room? Who is kicking themselves thinking: “How the hell did I not see this?” 

Instead of screaming “why did you do this?” your caretaker, with a sad amount of understanding, says “I’m going to help you.” They’re resolute. They don’t want your character to feel even more of a burden.

Does your character leave a note? Or do they just... get up and leave without the intention to harm themselves, but find that that’s where they’ve ended up. 

Write that character spiralling. They go from numb to their skin prickling with overwhelming emotion. 

How scared is your character when they inevitably wake up? Are they confused? Who do they wake up to?

If they’re found before they try anything; perhaps the caretaker takes them to a nearby restaurant; to get them food and out of the cold. Maybe this is where your character finally opens up. 

This is an excerpt from my WIP book Hologram that I wrote a few years ago now. TW again for attempted suicide. 

If anyone’s every interested about my OC’s feel free to ask...

"Is this it?" A voice from beyond the door questioned.

"Yes, but sir..." the doctor hesitated. "Just remember what we told you."

"He's not in his mind. I know."

"Just pretend you know what he's talking about, it'll make the transition smoother. We'll be down the hall if anything happens." A third voice warned, the tone of which Mitchell recognised as his doctor. The door opened and a figure stepped in.

The visitor had been warned about his friend; how he was no longer in his mind, how he'd been kept in a vegetative state for thirteen years... they warned him about how he'd look, and the visitor had steeled himself to stomach the image of his friend laying prone on the bed. At worst he expected a tube to be shoved down his throat: for his body to be corpse like and attached to a range of alien machines... hell he'd even pictured the idea of Mitchell's body carved open and stitched together under bloody bandages, his thin, pale white skin stretched over his skeleton and protesting against every flex of muscle.

Perhaps he anticipated a disturbing stillness that accompanied a person close to death and on the brink of collapsing into their own mind. After the initial explosion; when the visitor had to be hospitalised they told him they never found the body. He begged and cried but they insisted that his friend was gone; well and truly disintegrated into clumps of viscera that were washed away when repairs inevitably began on the building. He cried some more when they lowered an empty casket into his grave, he wasn't there, no, he was still laid up in hospital, but his absence then just sparked the desire for his presence now.

He had to be there for his best friend; he was the last tie to sanity he had.

So when he rounded the door into the private room, anticipating an older, corpse like version of his childhood friend, his heart sank when his expectations weren't met.

Instead, the events before him were so much worse.

See, when the short British man slithered into the room... he did not expect to see his own friend preparing to slice the veins on his wrist with a scalpel.

At his gasp, Mitchell's head swooped up and he faltered, staggering back so his bare skin was touching the plated wall. All wires had been disconnected, and hung loose over the edge of the bed. The scalpel remained firm In his shaking grasp. The Child’s eyes darkened as the visitor spoke, choking on his words at the fragility of the man before him.

"Hey Mitch." He stammered, paused just a few feet from the hunched over frame. Mitchell closed his eyes and huffed through his nose and angling his head away. The blade didn't move from where it was poised over his pulsing, black vein.

"Oh fuck off!" He groaned, "for Christ sake I thought this shit would stop after... for fuck sake, please just go away."

"Good to see you too." The brown haired man swallowed.

"You always see me, you won't leave me alone." Mitchell's sentence gave him pause.

"What do you mean?" He asked cautiously.

"'The fuck d'you think? You're dead and my fucked up brains been manifesting you and whoever else as a way to torture me. We had this conversation before, you dumb fuck!"

"Oh..." the short man sighed, "Oh man..."

He'd been warned about the simulated dreams, though no one knew for sure what occurred in them. Their heart shattered upon the realisation of the emotional torture Mitchell must have suffered as a result. When the fabric of reality is torn from underneath you like a rug... it was no surprise that Mitchell was grasping at threads; desperately trying to tie knots with his shaking hands.

"I just want it to stop." He uttered pitifully, the grip on his knife tightening further as he brought it closer to the blackened vein beneath the pale skin of his wrist.

"I'm sorry, but it all just needs to stop."

Out of options, and knowing Mitch wasn't the negotiating type, he didn't hesitate to dive forward and get a secure grasp on his arm.

And Mitchell stopped.

He stopped moving. He stopped breathing. His blood ran cold and his body turned rigid as though his joints were replaced with concrete. With wide, grey eyes he stared at the intrusive hand as though it had grown more fingers, he exhaled, shaky, as though terrified of moving. His face contorted in an expression of horror and bewilderment.

Mitchell could feel him. He could actually /feel/ him on his skin.

And he wasn't just a mental presence, his calloused fingers added a welcome texture, his skin was clammy with anxiety and uncertainty, and the grip felt tight and reassuring. The blond had to physically force back the tears as this - this was all real. Static crashed against the walls of his skull, sloshing and frothing as though trying to escape but he held on tight. He held on tight to the feeling and the reality he had been presented with. When his mind cleared a little, he uttered the first word that fell onto his tongue, the word that hadn't left him; the name that was always in his mind.

"J-Jack?" He stammered.

"Yeah?" The visitor ventured. "It's me, Mitch."

"You're alive." He stated, bewilderment thoroughly overtaking his grief stricken features.

"Yeah." Jago ‘Jack’ Davis said with a light scoff, his nervous energy forcing him to find the tragic situation humorous. "So are you."

"You're not dead. you're- you're actually real."

"Yeah, mate."

Mitchell launched into a bone crushing hug, scalpel since discarded on the tiled floor. It fell with a clatter that neither man heard.

"You're alive." He continued to babble. "Holy shit you're alive."

"I know, I'm here, god I missed you..." he said into Mitchell's tangled hair, wrapping his arms around his trembling torso.

"I missed you too." Mitchell said, returning the gesture as the floodgates opened and he allowed himself to sob un-apologetically.

"I missed you so fucking much." He hiccuped.

[backtraf]

This one is a longer one. And it gets a little bit spicy.

Tim looked at Kelvin working away. His hoodie was off, and Tim swallowed thickly as he watched Kelvin swing the axe, watching his muscles flex. He blinked and shook his head, turning back to try and focus back on what he had been working on, but his mind kept drifting to Kelvin.

Licking his lips, he tried desperately to stop, but his mind kept showing him images of Kelvin laying on the bed, spread...

His mind came to a screeching halt when Kelvin stepped into his field of view, looking at him with concern. Tim's face turned bright red, and he cleared his throat. He was never going to get that courage. Kelvin had been seeing a girl back home, and he was probably desperate to get back to her. Here he was, fantasizing about fucking his best friend.

Kelvin signed, "Are you okay? It's pretty hot out, do you need water?"

Tim shook his head and replied, "I think I'm going to take a break. You should do the same."

Kelvin gave him a lopsided smile and nodded before going to rest by the forest pit, laying down in the grass. Tim sighed and watched him for a moment before running a hand through his hair. He couldn't keep this up.

A week passed, and Kelvin came up to him, a bit timid in his approach. Tim looked up from chopping wood and looked him over.

"Something wrong?" Tim asked.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Tim frowned at the question. "No, why would you ask that?"

"You..." Kelvin stopped for a moment, shifting on his feet. "You don't touch my hands anymore."

Tim blinked, his mouth falling open in surprise. He wasn't sure how to respond. "I don't know, didn't seem like I should. It looked like it made you uncomfortable."

He wasn't sure if that was true. Kelvin never told him to stop and didn't seem outwardly upset by it.

That answer didn't seem to be the right one as Kelvin dropped his shoulders, and he signed "okay" before walking away.

It was a few weeks later when Kelvin finally kissed him. Something short circuited in Tim's brain and he wished he could hold onto Kelvin forever. But of course, the insecurities crept back in.

Kelvin probably just did it to satisfy him. He didn't mean anything by it. What about that girl back home?

Once, Kelvin grabbed his arm as he was walking in the door to the cabin and shoved him against the wall before pressing his body close and nipping at his lower lip. Tim gasped at the suddenness but made no move, unsure of the situation. Kelvin pressed his lips against his, and only then did Tim respond, pulling Kelvin closer to deepen the kiss.

The kiss didn't last nearly long enough, and before he knew it, Kelvin was pulling away with a smirk and a quick gland down at the prominent tent in Tim's pants. Tim's face was flushed red, and he immediately tried to hide his shame.

The next time Tim was reading through the notes he had found, sitting in a chair by the fire. Suddenly, Kelvin was moving into his lap, making himself the only thing Tim could focus on. He straddled his lap and began kissing at Tim's neck, feeling the pulse point there pick up as he continued. He moved his hips and relished at the feeling of the other's breath hitching and the vibrations of the groan that followed.

He moved his onslaught to Tim's mouth, loving the way Tim's eyes fluttered and his eyes rolled back. He stopped after a few minutes and pulled away, looking in satisfaction at Tim's now messy hair. He looked both hurt and confused at the same time, his hands firmly gripping onto the edges of the chair. His chest was still heaving. If Kelvin wanted to play the teasing game, he could, too.

No, he couldn't. Who the fuck was he kidding? He spent all night thinking about that kiss and the teasing.

The next kiss was gentle and loving, without the heat of passion. Kelvin had been worried. He hadn't seen Tim in a couple of days, and he was about to go on another rescue mission when Tim suddenly stepped out of the trees looking exhausted. Kelvin ran into his arms and pulled him in for a kiss, his hands wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him close.

Tim was expecting teasing again, but Kelvin pulled away, concern shining in his eyes.

"You were gone longer than usual."

"Had to take the long way. Cannibals were everywhere. I'm sorry."

Kelvin shook his head. "I'm just glad you're safe."

Tim smiled and hesitated as he leaned down to give Kelvin another kiss. Kelvin smiled fondly and closed the distance.

"Does this mean you'll stop teasing me?" Tim asked once they pulled away again.

Kelvin smiled, a playful look in his eyes. "And miss seeing you all worked up and flustered? Never."

Tim doesn't think he'd trade that for the world.

[yottakitsune]

"Do you like the new me?" Omnia asked with a smile. Your jaw fell so hard and so fast it smashed through the desk and dug a foot into the floor. You barely recognized her anymore. And yet she looked familiar in ways you couldn't quite place. You weren't sure why she was dressed like a superhero, or why she suddenly made the word Amazon seem inadequate to describe her, but here she was.

"I finally did it!" she exclaimed as she floated through your office window. "I got all the powers!" You didn't know what she meant, but she gladly explained. "Remember how you gave me that shot that let me copy powers? Well I took all of them! Or at least most of them!" She took a sharp breath as her already bulging muscles rippled across her body and her head inched towards the ceiling.

"I found every hero and took all the powers! First I got Copycat so I could have more of me, then I made copies of myself to go get other powers. Now I'm the ultimate hero! I can be everywhere and do almost everything! And I'm getting even more powers as we speak!" The breasts that made your typical anime fanart seem conservative bloated even larger and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Being so powerful feels so good..." she whispered.

"Don't you know it," said one of her copies. She was sitting in your chair and smiling up to you. "You really outdid yourself with that serum." You were scared and confused. This definitely wasn't what you intended. You looked out the window and you saw dozens of your friend outside. She just kept multiplying and feeding on anybody with any kind of superpower.

Another copy of Omnia climbed through the window before it split to create a second much smaller copy. "Now I can save everybody! Now I can be big enough and strong enough!" All of her held her head and they all doubled in size. "Woah..." they said in unison. "That was a big one... must've gotten Mister Ultra..."

Another moan shook the building and out the window a pair of gigantic Omnias could be seen growing into view. "Who knew being the best hero included being the biggest, too!" The next time the building shook it wasn't because of a moan of pleasure, but footsteps as the biggest Omnia yet made her way to your humble office.

And it wasn't just your office that shook. You recognized her face completely, too; she had to be the original. "You don't need to worry anymore. I can protect the earth from anything now. And I'll do it forever." Omnia picked up your building and held it near her eye to see you better. "And you'll be by my side, too, won't you?"

[itsgeecheebitch]

TITLE: Until Darkness Descends

CHAPTER: 40

RATING: Explicit

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

MAIN PAIR: Ardyn Izunia x Reader

SEC PAIR: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

SERIES: The Fall Part 1 of 4

NOTE: Don't forget to follow me on A03 to stay up to date with the story!

"So you just took it upon yourself to start the prophecy?"

Ardyn shook his head, his silky mane catching glimpses of sunlight from the front window. "The prophecy was set into motion way before I arrived. I am merely playing my part."

"Which is?"

"To assist your prince, of course."

Another thought slithered into your mind, one that flattened your lungs on a stuttering breath. "Is that why you kept me around? Was it just to get closer to Noctis?" Your chest ached as though you had been run through by a spear. His previous words were as meaningless as you had expected. You weren't the 'apple of his eye', but a useful stupid tool in his plans to get closer to Noctis. You served your purpose well. You wished he would just be honest. Rip off the bandaid and let you feel the pain. Why did he insist on lying to you and softening the blow when you had already served your purpose to him? It was cruel. Ardyn was cruel.

"No, I was able to accomplish that on my own. You are dear to me, which is why I kept you close. I had no way of foretelling you would join the royal court, even if you had remained with the temple, my attentiveness would have remained the same". His fingers whispered across your skin as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear. You internally berated yourself when you leaned into his touch. Those long fingers slid over your jaw line, leaving a trail of fire wherever they landed.

Your mouth became unbearably dry. Words meant nothing, but that didn't stop you from drinking it up like a woman dying of thirst. You so desperately wanted to believe him, wanted to bask in the comfort his words delivered. But you would only get hurt in the end. Ardyn was a manipulative liar after all and they were always good with words.

Ardyn frowned when you pulled away. But the loss of physical contact gave you the clarity you needed. A question you should've asked a long time ago danced on your tongue. If he fumbled this one then you would know without a shadow of a doubt, that you meant nothing to him.

"But why, what's so special about me?"

"Like I said, you are dear to me." He answered.

That wasn't enough. You needed to know why. What about you drew him to you and kept him around? Besides your powers you weren't anything special. You didn't possess extraordinarily attractive looks and you didn't have a super high I.Q. You needed him to spell it out to you, if he couldn't then that would be an answer in and of itself.

"But why?" You repeat yourself. His jaw flinched with an agitated muscle. You glared at him, challenging Ardyn to assemble a lie on the spot.

His mouth hardened with frown lines. A vein tic in his temple when he shouted,"because I love you!"

Your brain short circuited. "W-what?"

He seized your arms and pulled you closer until his minty breath fanned over your face. "Keeping you close, abandoning my duties as chancellor to steal another moment with you. I did all of it because you are dear to me, because I love you, Aera."

Confusion spiraled in your brain before it blossomed into a thousand petals soaring through your chest. He…loves you? You didn't know what to think. How to react, only that your fingers itched to comb through his hair and pull him down to meet your lips. But that was wrong. This whole thing was wrong. Not once did Ardyn ever show you he had more than platonic feelings for you. He had always maintained a respectable distance. Not too close to mistake his affections for passion and not too far away to suspect he didn't like you at all. So where did this…?

A lightning bolt slashed through you and you looked at him with wide terrified eyes. Because you belong to me. Pain looped around your wrists, matching the same throbbing ache that left your skin raw the day after that dream. If it even was one.

A shiver tore down your spine, leaving your bones quaking. You looked down at his hands, those same hands that touched you all over, that made you cry, made you moan, made you scream. If Ardyn had feelings for you all this time then did that mean…

Your tongue turned to lead. Were you in danger by standing here talking to him? The question wiggled in your mouth, demanding to be answered. But you were afraid of what that answer might be. If you asked it, he may not even answer it truthfully at all. But if he was unhinged enough, wild enough, he just might. The same way he was in your dream. Your nerves peeled away from your skin and fell to the floor. You remembered the wild look in his eyes, the way his punishing hands pinned you to the bed and forced his fingers between your legs.

What was stopping him from doing that again? You were in his airship, at the mercy of him and his soldiers. Your friends were in another room and even if they weren't there was nothing they could do to save you. The five of you had relinquished your weapons upon entry into the airship. Leaving you defenseless.

Air stuttered out of your nostrils. This was a huge mistake. Jerking your arms out of his hold you backed away from him. If Ardyn tried to lunge at you then it was better to remain close to the door. An electronic door, one he could easily lock from the inside with a click of a button. Fear leeched the warmth out of your arms, leaving you as blanched as a bleached bone. But maybe you were overthinking this. You still had no evidence that your dream was real. Just because Ardyn has feelings for you didn't mean he would stoop so low as to hurt you…right?

You needed to ask, get this over with so you could move on with your life. But that was easier said than done. "...W-where were you…" Your throat constricted and you swallowed to try to relax it. "On the night of May 26th two years ago?"

Ardyn tilted his head, a question in his eyes but he answered you nonetheless. "As I've said before, I was on a ship sailing west. Of course, not for the reasons I previously said. I was sent away on a diplomatic trip. Why?"

I don't believe you. "I need proof." You said. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a folded wrinkled slip of paper. You took it and opened it. It was a boat ticket with a date marked for that day. The scheduled departure clashed with the time he would've been in your room. Soothing relief caressed your shoulders when you saw the stamp of red ink. The word 'boarded' laid across the ticket in bold scarlet letters. Ardyn was telling the truth.

"Have I satisfied all of your questions?" He asked. You nodded your head sheepishly.

It was really just a dream all along. You couldn't believe you entertained something so silly. For two whole years you mulled over that dream, wanting to be skeptical but feeling too confused to dismiss it completely. You should've had more faith in Ardyn. "I just wish you were honest with me." You said. "I wouldn't have stopped seeing you. I wouldn't have…" Stopped loving you. Stunned, your words trailed off. You…love him? When did you start loving Ardyn again? You were in love with him when you were a teenager but those feelings were long past. So why…why did the thought make your body feel as light as air?

Cool hands grasped the sides of your face. The kiss he placed on your forehead made your stomach flutter with fireworks. "I wish I did as well, my dear. I hope you can forgive me."

"I forgive you, but you must promise me. No more lies, I can handle the truth no matter how bad it is."

Wrapping his arms around you, he pressed your head against his chest . The rhythmic beat of his heart was a melody you wanted to listen to forever. "Of course. No more lies." He promised. The two of you stood in easy silence for a minute or two. His hand rubbing your back, massaging away the dregs of suspicion that pulled your muscles taut. "So how was the visit to the Archean? Did you find what you were looking for?"

"No but I found other things. Well, nothing tangible at least." You pressed your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. "I had more visions today. I know it sounds crazy but… I think I really did exist before. And I think you did too, or- or maybe it was an ancestor of yours, I don't know, all I know for certain is that this isn't my first life".

Ardyn's eyes softened, giving you a look one would give a child who still held onto an imaginary friend. "My dear, visions aren't always what they appear to be."

"Only they seem to be the opposite." Your arms fell away from his waist and he released you. "They felt like memories. I saw my family. I had a sister. I saw you and me running through the market playing tag. We had a wedding, I was wearing heavy robes. And…I saw the destruction of Solheim. I was sitting in our garden with my sister when…" When the meteor came and took everything from me. Your throat squeezes shut and you rubbed your neck to relieve the ache. "Does any of that sound familiar to you?"

"No, I'm afraid not, my dear." Something flickered across his eyes and you scoffed.

"You're lying." You accused him. "Not even five minutes later and already you're lying! I don't even know why I try."

Turning away from him, you made for the door when his hand reached for your shoulder "Aera, darling, wait. You're right, it sounded familiar to me, although briefly."

"Then why lie about it?"

"For fear it might spur you into a wild goose chase. If there is any truth to your theories then you will have the answers in time, but for now there is no need to chase after them."

You shook your head. "But what if that's what the gods want? Why else would they give me these visions, that book? They want me to figure it out on my own. And why shouldn't I? The visions are answers in and of themselves and as for the book, I'm sure I'll figure it out if I study it hard enough. I know you think it's just a myth but there is so much more to that book than what you give it credit for. Everything I'm looking for is all here, I just…need to figure out where to start."

"Aera." You looked up at Ardyn when his lips pressed against yours. Your eyes went wide for a moment before they relaxed and closed. His lips molded over yours so perfectly, as though they were made to be kissed by you. Fingers wove through your hair and grip it at the base. You purred, pressing your breasts to his hard chest. This was what you needed all along, what you craved the night before. Your knees went weak as your muscles melted to liquid goo. Your mind was a fuzzy mess, making you feel like you could touch the sky. When he broke it, he pressed his forehead against yours. Your breaths intermingled in the space between you. "Don't overwhelm yourself, my dear. The answers will come."

The blissful moment lasted for a minute longer before the fuzzy haze retreated, leaving you breathless as ice cold reality slammed into you. What have you done? Tension gripped your muscles as your actions came crashing around you. Your boyfriend was on this ship waiting for you, thinking you were in the bathroom. This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to kiss Ardyn! Guilt poked holes in your gut as you pulled away from him. You needed to leave. You should've left a long time ago. Maybe then you wouldn't have betrayed Gladiolus the way you did.

"Aera?" Ardyn took a step towards you and you backed away. "Aera, please wait!" You were out the door before he would reach you.

[kayhi808]

More Than Our Scars - Part 9

You wake up with Billy beside you, he's still sound asleep. Neither one of you suffered from nightmares, probably because you wore each other out. You stretch, the muscles in your body are beautifully aching due to Mr Russo. Slipping out of his bed, you return to your room to shower and dress. You head to the living room to turn on your Christmas tree lights. You still can't believe Billy did that for you. It's not the nicest looking, but you absolutely love it. You start coffee & breakfast when there's a knock at the door. You quietly go over to the peephole to check to see who's out there & its Frank. You know he's Billy's best friend, but you aren't comfortable around him at all. Since the first time you met him & thought he was going to use you to get back at Kingpin. You didn't want to wake Billy since he's finally had a uninterrupted sleep, so you open the door. "Hi, Frank."

"G'morning Y/N. Is Bill here? He hasn't been answering his phone." He walks on in, as he usually does, you're guessing. You couldn't very well have shoved him out.

"He's still sleeping. He may have his phone on silent." You move to the kitchen, behind the island. You feel safer with something between you and Frank. "Can I make you some coffee?"

"Yea, great. So, what happened yesterday? I had a message that Dr. Dumont was looking for Bill and that a woman he was with interrupted their session. He wasn't answering her calls either. Why would you do that?"

"Why does she call you regarding what happens at Bill's appointments? That must be a violation of HIPAA Privacy Rule." You see a look of surprise on Frank's face. "I may have been Fisk's whore, but I'm not stupid." He walks towards you & you step back from the island & him, but all he does is take a seat. You get a hold of yourself and pour Frank his coffee, trying to control your shaking hands.

"Maybe because Curtis & I were the only ones visiting Bill when he was in the hospital. Maybe because he's like a brother to me. He's my family."

"You should be concerned with how many rules this lady is willing to break because it benefits her. Not her patient." You slide his coffee to him.

"Because you know what's best for Bill. You, who's known him, for what? A little over a month? Frank forces out a humorless laugh, "Gotta admit, I'm surprised how fast you got Bill to set you up in here. You got a good thing going." He takes a sip of coffee but his eyes never leave you.

Your cheeks flame with embarassment at his insinuation. Its not something you can deny. "Bill saved my life. I'll never be able to repay him for that. I owe him...everything."

"Kingpin's whore? Is that how you got all that inside information?"

Confused, "Bill, didn't tell you?"

"Darling, you are top secret. Bill hasn't told me anything about you other than Fisk is after you and Bill is not letting him take you back."

Your heart swells that Billy has kept your confidence even to his best friend. You also understand Frank's skepticism. "My father was indebted to Wilson & he couldn't pay him back, so he...he gave me up to work off his debt. I was with him for 3 years. I was never told how long it would be for. Bill said that once my looks fade, he would have sold me off or killed me. I was his...slave. Whore. I did whatever he wanted me to do. He'd send me to his associates as a...gift. I had to keep my ears & eyes open & report back to him." You start unconciously scratching at the scars on your wrist. "He had a new guy guarding me. He's suppose to collect me at the door but he was waiting for me out front with the car. It was my chance to escape, so i took it. Wilson ended up killing the new guy. I was able to hide for 3wks until he found me again & sent someone to bring me back. That's when Bill saved me. He thought I was a kid getting beaten."

Frank understood now. Billy saw himself in a young kid and wanted to save him. Unlike how no one saved him.

"I don't expect you to believe me or trust me, but I only want the best for Bill. Dr. Dumont is not it. You're not here with him every day & every night. You can't see the changes in him. You guys do security & background checks here. You should look into her."

You see Billy enter the living room, "Frankie? What's going on here?"

With a sigh of relief, you circle around Frank giving him a wide berth. "You were sleeping & I didn't want to wake you. You normally get up at around this time anyways. I have coffee ready & I made muffins. They're cooling."

You walk past him to go to your room & he holds your arm, "You ok?" You give a small smile & nod. Bill continues on to the kitchen to get his coffee. "So, what's up?"

"Your girl. She doesn't like me much."

"You did want to use her as bait for Fisk. She's not going to be your biggest fan."

"I didn't know what he did to her or I wouldn't have suggested it."

Billy tenses,"What do you mean?"

"We talked. She told me." Billy goes to your room, "I'll be right back", he calls over his shoulder. He knocks when he gets to your door, "Y/N?" You open the door. "Hey, Frank said you talked."

"He asked how I came up with all the info on Wilson & his men...I told him."

Pulls her in to hug & kisses you, "You're ok with that?"

You nod into his chest. "He would have found out eventually."

"I wasn't going to say anything to him."

Squeezes him tighter, "I know. Thank you. If you're going after Fisk, him or his men would have said something. I'd rather Frank heard it from me."

"My brave girl." You laugh. "Lemme go talk to Frank. You don't have to stay in here."

"He's going to ask you about your session yesterday. Dumont called him." You feel Billy's body tense under your hug. "I thought you may want some privacy."

"I didn't tell you about it last night, you might as well join us." Billy brings you back to Frank at the kitchen bar. "Dumont called you?"

"She said you left in the middle of the session. You weren't answering our calls...what's going on?"

"I can fulfill the insurance requirements with another therapist. I ain't going back to her. She hasn't helped me remember shit. She just insinuates that I fucked the mission & jeopardize my people. They depended on me & I nearly got them killed." Lily slips her hand in his.

"You got our men outta there. None of them were seriously injured, besides you."

"But what if its true?? Huh? I...I don't fucking know! I can't remember shit! Was Homeland setting us up? Did I miss something? I'm the CEO of this company. Why was I on a mission?! Why didn't I leave it up to a team? Was that normal for me? HOW THE FUCK DO I KNOW?!"

"Babe," you squeeze his hand.

"Jesus, Bill! There's no doubt in my mind that you had thought the attack through to the second. Zero doubt! You got your men out of there. If it weren't for you, they'd all be dead."

"How do you fucking know? I DON'T EVEN KNOW!" Bill hangs his head, trying to control the tears he feel coming on.

"Brother, I know you. I know how you think, how you work. You may not remember, but I KNOW YOU. If that's what's tearing you up inside, stop." Frank looks at you & you give him an i-told-you-so look. Frank comes around the counter & you release Billy's hand & Frank pulls him into a hug. Bill emotionally shuts down. You recognize the look. You've seen it in him. You've seen it in yourself. Frank is busy whispering something to Bill, but you see his eyes glaze over. He's not paying attention any more.

Your heart breaks for Bill. That's the cause of his nightmares, trying to save his men. Thinking he did something wrong to jeopardize his team. And that bitch fed into his fears, tearing him down piece by piece. A vulnerable person gets placed in your care & to betray them...to betray Bill. You are overwhelmed with rage. If you ever see that woman again, Lord help her! You want to kill her.

Frank had to leave & get back to the Training Center & Billy is still standing alone in the middle of the kitchen, fists clenched at his sides. "Babe?" He turns his head to you, eyes bright with unshed tears. You go to him reaching up to clasp his neck, brushing his jaw with your thumb. He takes your hand and places it on his scarred cheek, closing his eyes & letting his tears escape. Your heart is destroyed by this man's pain. You'd give everything that's in you to take his pain away. He nuzzles into your palm craving your touch. You gently cradle his face, lowering him down for you to kiss. You've never touched his scars, fearing that you'd hurt him. Sometimes in the healing process, the nerves become super sensative. Your gentle kisses soon become over taken by Bill's hungry ones. What ever comfort he's trying to find in you, whatever it is that he's seeking, you'll give. To lose himself in your arms, your body; just for a little while. To escape the pain he's suffering. He picks you up & carries you back to his room.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11

[shadowlight501-2]

Somniphobia AU

How it felt to fall asleep, how it felt to wake up.

☀️🌗

A dark sensation on my back, a feeling all too well known. Crawling along my shoulders, clawing at my vary core, trying to find my bone, to bind my lungs, to carve his name into my heart. Gentle love tattooed across my beating organ turned to violent hatred etched into my bleeding insides. Tears trace my skin, yet they aren't mine.

Golden eyes holding a beautiful red hue swelled with anger and confusion. I couldn't move my body as I gazed apon his face that held such disgust. Letting go of the once black staff he leaned back trying to stop himself from shaking, deep breaths in and out, he opened his mouth to speak, barly a croak of a broken, trembling, sob came out.

"Why?"

I held no answer, I don't remember or rather I simply don't know what just conspired here. What I did, I hold no shreds if a clue to what I did you my sunshine, I'm used to waking up covered in blood but this... All I know is when I woke up I had the love of my life dashing straight at me with a cold, loathing stare and a rocked hand. My body had gone limp before he even tackled me, like chains and shackles of the previous puppeteer where lingering, fighting to keep control of my body. However he did know this... He held no clue that whatever happened wasn't me, at least, I like to view this nightmarish side I can never met as another entity from myself. There's nothing I can do about it, no way to get rid of it, no way I can live while this thing exists.

I wish I could answer him. My lack of sound is only making his face go redder, his eyes shrink as his pupils turn back into slits, his expression distort more as he bares his fangs at me. He just about crushes my neck, gripping into my flesh with his claws as he pulled be forward just a smudge.

"Just tell me WHY?!?!" I could feel the staff inside my head, it was an odd feeling to have something touching nerves and muscle never ment to be touched. It was excruciatingly painful, however... "I didn't..."

"I DIDN'T Want to do this I-." A deep breath in "You could have-" His face kept changing like he didn't know what to feel, how he should feel. "You SHOULD have left I would have, I-." His breaths hitched more and more "I would have forgave your ridiculous Monstrous self I-" he couldn't breath he could barely speak. "I would have overlooked your disgusting actions I-" Each pause at first took longer than the last. "Why, just WHY?!?-" He sharply slanched over, his head hovering over my lips, my slow breaths just barly reaching him. "why?- Why!?- WHY?!?-" Every breath he took was another muttered why. Shaking more and more each time he demanded. When he pulled away his eyes where fogged over, any residue of his normal glow completely exicutded.

He shifted his body back then forward in one smooth motion, the staff shifted inside my skin as contact was placed to my cheek. My head was suddenly dropped followed by an on-slot of blunt force being delivered to me almost a rhythmically. It hurt, it was more painful than anything in my entire life but even when I felt I could actually move again, I couldn't. I didn't want to. I welcome this agonizing feeling, my punishment for whatever deeds I did in my cursed sleepwalking. His crying was what truly mad this torchure. The pain got less and less, rather that was because he was slowly, messily, coming a hult or because of blood lose I couldn't tell. "Liu'er" His voice was so horse, exhausted and just hardly there anymore, if it weren't for having six ears I wouldn't have heard it. His eyes had softened when he pierced the one I had left, then he gasped an line of what I think was silent "no"s , his eyes where widened like planets. "We- we could," My eyes felt heavy, it took everything to just keep them open. His warm drenched hands cupped me like I was all if a sudden made of glass. "We could go back if you just wait-" My eyes began to shut on themselves, I couldn't stop it no matter how much I refused. "No,nononono" He could have made a lake by now, heh... "Don't go please I- I didn't mean to I- please stay stay stay"

This was the end, I couldn't stop it and the only reason I didn't willingly fall yet was because he was here. He was acting as my life line, but even that's not strong enough when you've been turned into dough. "Liu'er please I love you" Using the last of my strangth I gently held his face and attempted to wipe away some of the stream falling down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry." I felt it more appropriate to tell him that then let my last words be how I loved him.

I felt everything go numb, I felt nothing, the muddied ground on my back was gone, the cold breeze from the howling winds was gone, the weight on my chest was gone... The last thing I heard was a scream... A blood curdling vibration that had gone through my body and etched it's sound into my soul. What did I do? What could I have done to have hurt him so much.

The place I was in wasn't as bad as I expected. It was an endless void of what appeared like the northern lights with stars all mixed with purple hues of indigo and a sunset slurry of stars. It was oddly peaceful, not how I thought my death would be. In fact I had expected to hurt, but this feeling, I welcome it. Maybe I could get a second chance once I reincarnated, I mean my sunshine was immortal and I highly doubt he'd ever die. I hope he moves on, that he forgets about me. I think I'll just, go back to my head, daydream of all our good memories before I started going insane. I also don't feel tiered... This truly is something I don't deserve but this is a wonderful feeling.

"Hello dear" A voice of a young girl echoed throughout the once peaceful atmosphere. Blue mist began to take over the area as hands began to take shape from them. I tried to get away to escape this but chains out if no where attached themselves to me. My body burned, it felt like a million bolts of lighting surging in my blood. I felt like I could explode at any moment. Everything turned dark, I felt cold crisp air inside my lungs, a chill down my spine, my eyes opened to see a kid with what looked like a red version of Wukong's staff. "No, no I- I'm nit ment to be here, I'm supposed to be dead, I'm supposed to be at peace I-" "do you really think you deserve that? Come now your destiny is to be my puppet little restless moon."

The kid infront of him had Wukong's magic running through him. Looking around he wanted to see if woking was anywhere near. Under a pile of his shadow clones Wukong was staring in disbelief the saconed he noticed who had been under the shadowed Vail LBD has previously placed over him. It was only now that she had managed to get him in the mortal plain. MK attacked the dark monkey only to miss as the man began to run away dismissing his clients back into the shadows, a bolt of pain coursing through his nerves stoped him in his tracks. Blue chains appeared on his wrists and ankles violently turning him around. He couldn't move, it was sleep paralysis all over again only he was truly wide awake. MK threw his staff at him before anything else could happen missing and destroying an engine in the process. The ship like craft crashed into the water. The dark monkey no where to be seen. The grate sage felt like he had seen a ghost, his blood boiling from what this ment that blasted demon was doing, he doubted that would be the last time they saw him.

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Aaaand done! That was fun to write, started getting a headache around the end though so sorry if it kinda degraded as it went. Also I have no idea why I changed the perspective this is what my head started doing and I just went with it.

This was apart of my Somniphobia AU and I'm so happy with it. I hope if anyone read it they enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing the bit with Wukong and Macaque at the start. Everything will probably be in pieces and no piticular order to how I write stuff since this is all for fun.

[epitomees]

They didn't have home-cooked meals often, since they were often so busy with work and school, but the prosecutor was home uncharacteristically early to prepare Makoto's favorite, plus with a large dessert he'd bought from a local bakery in the fridge for afterwards. When she arrives home, he gives her a stilted, yet heartfelt hug, and gestures lightly at the several presents on the table. One of them contained a jacket, another a board game, and the third a new satchel.

"Happy birthday, Makoto." Adachi gives a tired smile. "Dinner's about ready, so when you get changed when can eat. And, uh, we can play a game and watch something after dessert, if you're not busy..."

It's difficult to smile these days. Nothing true or genuine, no happiness or any emotional indication could be seen in the eyes of Shujin's student council president. The times she had been forced to put on a happy face appeared well-trained, convincing enough for a passing wave or polite greeting. Yet her muscles ached when turning the corners of her mouth upward. They grew used to resting at a more neutral expression, or touting a frown around the school grounds.

It wasn't always like this. Her father always brought out the biggest smiles or the guttural laughter kept within the brunette, just by being the best dad in the whole world.

When was the last time she smiled so sweetly? Months? Years?

Makoto vividly remembered such instances growing up as a child. Dinners out on the town, wandering through the city to look at the cute plushes in the storefront windows, or simply walking through the park to look for a family of ducks. The ducklings were so cute, so soft and fuzzy, but so loud too. All these memories felt distant since his passing, fading away little by little each year the anniversary arrived. There'd be nothing left, sooner than later...

Since then, Makoto grew alien to such feelings of joy or exuberance. They weren't needed in the household, not with Sae breathing down her neck to pass all her classes. The younger sister knew, felt the sheer resentment bore down upon Makoto every time she walked through their front door.

A useless waste of space, a failure in the eyes of a fleeting family...

'Why did he have to leave all of this burden to me?! You're not my responsibility!'

Although such bitter anger remained absent in her home upon Sae's arrest and imprisonment, those words never truly left. Repetitive maltreatment left their imprints on the victim even when they try so hard to suppress the wrath. Quiet returned, but not at the expense of Makoto's emotional distraught. If anything, she's grateful for her current guardian residing in her home, even though their relationship can be described as...awkward, at best. It's better than living with her older sister. She'll take that any day.

Another school day passed with no amount of excitement or change in environment. Her after-school duties took their allotted time, as per her written schedule, and once completed a return trip home wrapped up her afternoon. A cycle, a procedure due to repeat itself again and again. But today, something special broke that monotonous pattern.

Upon entering her home, Makoto smelled the wafting aromas of a freshly-cooked dinner. Adachi rarely has the time to prepare a full-course meal due to his prosecutor responsibilities. He must have took a half-day or asked to be let out early in order to set everything before Makoto's arrival. Confused crimson eyes took in the sight of a crowded dinner table complete with dinner plates and...wrapped gifts.

How did she forget?

Sudden contact snapped her out of a trance-like gaze. She didn't move much, only returning the gesture with a simple pat on his back. "...oh..." Shock made her speechless. Nothing could be said which properly conveyed Makoto's gratefulness suddenly swelling in her chest.

She may have forgotten the date, but Adachi remembered.

"..right...I'll...I won't take long then..." Best not to let everything get too cold lingering around in the area. Before turning towards her room she glanced once at the older man. His eye bags, the lopsided smile, his sunken shoulders, just by a simple observation she could tell Adachi's exhaustion hit its limit. Still, he stood there keeping himself together, standing tall and expressing his appreciation of Makoto's birth. It's more than Sae ever did...

"...thank you..." Makoto walked away, but not without returning Adachi's smile with a small one of her own.

A small, fleeting, content smile...for once.

[who-tf-took-my-name]

Bite Back

TW: Blood/Gore, Swearing

some of my writing

I was on my way into the city to get some supplies. But it's not as you think, it's not a chill ride in a car with air condition. No, of course it's summer, I don't wear sunscreen and zombies walk around everywhere. It was already two months since the dead didn't stay dead. The heat killed me. Almost like my body was decomposing already.  I mean, i started walking at 10am, were it was still somewhat cool, but i didn't know it would take me THAT long. Now i was right in the sun. I poured some water on my head, i didn't had much to drink, but i didn't really care anymore.

I finally reached the city, now i could walk in the shadows of the houses, but i didn't really feel a difference. I went my usual route. In the safety of the houses i already cleaned, right to the stores.  When i reached the store, the door was broken open. "Who the fuck broke into my store?" i mumbled. Well, it wasn't exactly my store, but you know what i mean?! At least now i knew they were still other living beings here.

I entered the store and walked down to the shelves with candy, minding my own business, when suddenly a thing jumped at me from behind a shelf. I screamed out "What the fuck!?" The zombie groaned and reached out it's dirty fingers, bared it's rotten teeth. It smelled horrendous. I gagged, "You are one of the really bad ones huh?" I said and stumbled backwards. "Well i'm too lazy to get a weapon from my backpack..." i laughed like a madman, "So i'll have to bite you!"  The zombie kept on slowly coming in my direction, it's bloodshot eyes fixated on me. The heat seemed to destroy my brain, why was i thinking that? 

But was that such a bad idea? I mean what bad could happed? I could die? HAH! Who said that was something bad!

I laughed in disbelief and charged at the zombie. I jumped on it screaming. I swear i could see how it's eyes widened in surprise. "Take that!" i shouted and bit it in the shoulder with all my might. It tasted like rotten egg with fried shit, topped with moldy cardboard. I quickly let go of it and felt like drinking disinfectant. "DISGUSTING!" I took a big sip water from my bottle and  spit it right back in it's face.

"Take this you braindead asshole!" i yelled and laughed loud, "Well not technical braindead, because you are, you know, your brain is the only thing alive but...i don't know, you fuckhead." Aww man, now i talked to zombies. But that wasn't as crazy as the fact that i just bit a zombie. The zombie seem to think the same. It stared back at me without moving a muscle. "Um hello?" i asked it and waved my hand in front of it's face. "What in the fucking fuckety-fuck?" i said in confusion when the zombie started to twitch weirdly. 

I kept watching it until it fucking bursted. Yes. It bursted. Blood and guts spilled right in my face. I shut my eyes and screamed, i screamed and screamed until i felt a hand on my shoulder. I screamed more. "Hey stop screaming!" a male voice said. Confused, i rubbed my eyes and looked up.

A full on man sat in front of me. He also had blood smeared all over his body, he looked at me like i was fucking crazy. He wasn't wrong. "Ummm. Did you just turn back into a human?!" i shouted at him. I mean, what did i expect? Anything but not that apparently. "I...what?" he said. I jumped up. "You were a fucking zombie just two fucking seconds ago!" He laughed. "I'm sorry?" Without a warning, i rushed at him and pulled his bloody t-shirt's sleeve down. The marks of my teeths were still good visible, it bled a little. "Look! LOOK!" I screamed and pointed at him, "I bit you and you turned back!" The guy squinted at the bit in confusion. "But how- how did you know it would work?!" he said. 

"I didn't!" We stared at each other for a few seconds, then bursted out laughing. "This is crazy..." he said, tears of laugher in his eyes. "And now?" he asked. "Well..." i wanted to say bye, get my stuff and leave but he looked at me with these big, confused puppy eyes and i couldn't just leave him here. All alone. He just came back from the dead a second time. "Then come with me! good lord!" 

And we rode off into the sunset.

[hotcoffeetransformation]

Jason swore loudly and had to resist the urge to throw his controller down, pissed that he kept dying cause of the game's stupid glitches (Also known as own mistakes). Still, he regained his composure, and smiled before saying

"Alright chat, we're gonna finish up this one and then we're gonna move on to another game. There should be a poll on top for what we do next"

Jason was a moderately successfully game streamer, averaging about 200 to 300 viewers a night, entirely based on his wit and skill. He knew for sure that they weren't coming for his looks, given his weedy, thin frame, overly pimpled face and large, nerdy glasses. Still, it was enough for him, and he was happy with the progress that he'd made.

As Jason got himself set up for the next game, he heard a shocking sound from above him. The victory theme from one of his favorite JRPGs was blaring through the speakers, and he came up, staring at the screen in shock. He knew what that sound meant. That meant someone had tipped him one thousand dollars, completely out of nowhere.

He looked in shock at the notification on the stream, seeing that it was from someone named JockBro69, with the simple message "Can't wait to get to know you better, cutie~"

Jason was completely stunned. Not only had someone actually redeemed the donation goal that he set as a joke (That being that whoever was stupid enough to tip 1000 dollars got to have a 15 minute private chat with him), it was also someone that he'd never seen in his chat before.

Thoroughly weirded out, but knowing that he had to honor his commitment, he sent the guy a quick private message.

"Dude, I don't know how to thank you enough! Guess I'll see ya pretty soon!"

With that, he sent the man his private zoom link, and said goodbye to the chat, who were still going wild over this turn of events, before pausing,the stream and hopping over to discord for the call.

Not two seconds after his stream stopped, he got a requested video call on discord from the guy, and he opened it up, giving a second for the video to load, but when it did, he was completely dumbfounded again. He was expecting the mysterious donator to be some fat, sweaty silicon valley nerd with too much and money on his hands, but instead what met him was possibly the hottest man he's ever seen, standing up and looking down at his webcam with a friendly expression.

"Fuck, bro! Its so good to finally fucking meet you, I've been such a big fan for a long time, and this is a really big deal for me~

The man had a deep, rumbling, pleasant voice, that shot straight down Jacob's spine and left him feeling strangely... inadequate. Like the fact that his voice wasn't as smooth or melodic as this guy's was his fault, and he should be ashamed of that fact. Still, this guy was pretty pleasant to look at, Jason had to admit. He wasn't gay, definitely not, but he could acknowledge when another guy simply looked good.

Jason scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not entirely sure of what he should do or say. Still, this guy spent 1000 dollars on this meeting, so he had to try anyway.

"So, umm.... I see your username is jockbro69... What's your actual name thought? I don't think I've ever seen you in chat before..."

The other man actually laughed at this, before looking confused and saying

"What are you talking about bro? Its me, Ethan! I'm in your chat all the time! Man, I guess what they say about playing games so much is true, huh?"

At this statement, Jason actually went pale with shock. THIS was Ethan? This was the guy who's username used to be runningLink? Who was an active fan of the zelda series, constantly begged Jason to play them, and bemoaned the fact that no would date him? It just didn't seem right...

Still, Jason, ever the semi professional, continued on, pretending that he wasn't shocked at the news.

"Well, thanks for supporting me so much! Seriously, this means a lot to me... Ummm... so I guess tell me some of your favorite things about the channel then!"

The man laughed again, the sound coming out in a slow, dumb chuckle, before saying

"What's my favorite thing? Do I even have to say, bro? Its the amazing piece of eye candy I'm looking at right now. You're super hot, bro~"

At this, Jason was shocked, but he chuckled awkwardly while blushing, and said

"Really? I don't think I've ever heard a single person say that before. I guess I consider myself slightly below average..."

The guy looked confused at that, before pressing on

"Really, bro? You look super hot to me, you got those bright, blinding blue eyes that you can just get lost in~"

At this point, Jason knew the man was just messing with him. His eyes have always, and will always be a dark, muddy brown, hidden behind his massive frames. Jason was about to respond, when Ethan continued

"Yeah, and you got that super stylish haircut too, really makes you look super masculine~"

Now Jason was REALLY confused. The guy was right, he did always get complements on his eyes, the bright, shocking blue visible and striking even through his huge glasses. But his hair was always a long, unkempt greasy mess.

"Ethan, are you sure you're okay, you're not just seeing things? Cause I don't know what you're talking about"

Ethan ignored the comment, just continuing to press on

"And you've got that hot, manly face, with your strong jaw and amazing profile"

Jason was confused again. Sure, his stylish haircut did help him look much better, but his face had always been pretty androgynous, with hints of baby fat still present in his cheeks. Again, before he could interrupt, Ethan continued,

"And you've got that smooth smooth skin, that hot stubble, that sexy smirk of yours. You're the full package bro~"

Jason laughed at this. Ethan was clearly being way too complementary. Sure his face had a great shape to it, with strong cheekbones and a square jaw, but his skin was still acne marked as hell, his smile was crooked and awkward, and he'd never been able to grow any facial hair, no matter how much he tried.

"I really have no idea what you're talking about Ethan. Sure I've got some good features, but the overall package isn't much to write home about~"

Ethan smirked again, his eyes lighting up with humor, as if he knew something I didn't.

"Nah, bro, you're underselling yourself. Plus, you've got that body~"

"What about my body? I think its pretty average, though I guess I'm a bit on the skinny side..."

Jason looked down at himself, trying to contemplate what Ethan meant. Sure, he'd been blessed with an attractive, manly face, but it didn't change the fact that his body was still below average at best.

"Again, bro! Putting yourself down. You really think those massive logs you have for arms are below average?"

Jason looked down at his skinny arms, and said

"More like logs than twigs man, seriously."

"And what about your legs? You've spent so long working on em, you've got thighs and glutes to kill for~"

Jason laughed again

"I dunno man! Most people say the exact opposite. They say I spend too much time on arms and not enough on my torso and legs. What can I say though? I love having big, beefy arms."

"Of course you do, bro? Who wouldn't? Especially when right in between em, you got your big, pillowy chest, your sexy abs, and your super toned back~"

Jason was seriously starting to wonder if Ethan was on something. Anyone could clearly see from first glance that Jason's body was badly proportioned, his arms and legs being massive from months to years of work, while he neglected his back, pecs and ab muscles. Still, he thought he looked pretty alright honestly.

"And I especially love how you're not only super sexy, you know it and flaunt it~ I don't think I've ever seen you once wear a shirt. The most you'll wear is a necklace, and even then, not like that covers anything, bro~ Only makes you look sexier"

Now here Jason had to disagree. He knew that he had cultivated and developed an amazing body over his years of going to the gym, but that was all for his own personal satisfaction. He never flaunted it unnecessarily, especially not during a stream.

"And I love the fact that you're such a fucking bro, bro. Every other word out of your mouth is bro and dude, you can't go even five minutes without flexing and thinking of fucking, or going to the gym, or hanging out with your other hot bros. We all know that your brain is basically only good for working out and looking hot. No smart's up there. And you've got your deep, sexy voice, too. Makes it even hotter that you're a gay bro, just like me"

Jason HAD to laugh at that. What the guy was saying was just so ridiculous.

"What the hell are you talking about? Look, I know that I like to show off my sexy body a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm some kind of dumb jock. And I'm definitely straight, dude. Don't know why you'd think I'm gay"

Ethan pressed on, completely unabashed by Jason's last comments.

"But you know the best fucking part, bro? Its that power of yours. The fact that any weak ass nerd who looks at you and your huge fucking muscles grows into a hot, dumb bro like us within seconds~"

Jason was busy flexing, staring at his own bicep in awe, as if he was shocked by him impressive he was. He looked up at Ethan blearily, saying

"Sorry, bro, what'd you say? I guess I got a bit fucking distracted. Huhuhu. But who could blame me~"

"Nah, it was nothing bro. You don't need to worry about it. Now should head back to the stream?"

Jason gasped in excitement, having forgotten entirely about the fact that there was a whole stream audience full of lame ass nerds, just ready for him to make as sexy as he and Ethan were.

"You got it bro~ This is gonna be so fucking hot~"

Jason left the call, going back to the stream and restarting, glad to see that a full 300 people were still watching, even through the extended break. The second he turned his camera on, he could see that people were confused for some reason, saying a stranger broke into his house. How stupid could these people be? How did they not recognize him? Still, not like it would matter for long...

"Hey bros! How're we all fucking doing? Welcomes to today's stream..."

He trailed off, looking blankly at the camera, before saying

"You know what? Fuck video games! Who needs them when you can do this~"

And as his pecs bounced and bounced hypnotically, the chat slowly transitioned from messages like "What the fuck is happening?" or "Who is this dumb jock?" to "Fuck, bro! Your pecs look so fucking hot today!" and "Huhuhu, I love making my pecs bounce like Jace's~"

And so the stream continued, Jace showing everyone all the amazing things his body could do, while anyone that was watching, whether they wanted to or not, began to copy him exactly. And as the stream went on, the viewer count rose, and rose, and rose...

[sugawarassoulmate]

I really want to know how this whole relationship with loser!kuroo started because it’s literally my favourite interpretation of him ever. How long have they known each other? Has kuroo always like bully!reader? When did things turn sexual? Who initiated it? I just love loser!kuroo and the way you write him so much!

Also can I be 🌙 anon?

yes, of course you can!!! 🥺

honestly, i don't think loser!kuroo and reader have known each other that long. i've always thought they met in university tbh

it's probably as cliche as them sharing a class in their first year and getting partnered up. reader has always been the resident bitch everywhere she went and uni made no difference. and here's kuroo too tall, clumsy, and afraid of his own shadow. he just looked like easy pickings

naturally, reader made him do all the work on their project to get the highest grade. and since it was so easy she just kept getting him to do things for her

"do my homework" "give me your notes" "study with me"

and kuroo just...did it. he never fought back, never argued or did anything really

probably cause our boy has the FATTEST crush rn

bc reader is gorgeous (we are GORGEOUS ok???) and they're giving kuroo the time of day??? yeah, she's a little mean and she makes him do all her work but she's just so pretty that kuroo can't say no (and he's also a lil bit afraid of her too lol)

and so it probably stays like that for the next couple of months: reader bullying kuroo into hanging out with her to the point where he wasn't even doing work for her most times. reader just likes having him around

reader definitely initiated things first, kuroo gets flustered when their hands accidentally touch

she was probably staring at kuroo one day when he was doing homework at her dorm, thinking about how stupid his hair looked but then her thoughts trailed off into how kuroo is actually kind of handsome?? he's got soft brown eyes and the sweetest smile. but what really gets her attention is how his muscles fill in the shirt he's wearing

"hey," she says walking towards the desk kuroo's sitting at. he looks over at her turning BRIGHT RED when she presses her lips against his. reader laughs at his stupid reaction but continues, deepening the kiss and even sneaking her tongue in kuroo's mouth until she pulls back for air

kuroo is flustered, he's confused, he's shocked...but he doesn't ask why. and that's probably why reader likes him so much, he doesn't ask stupid questions. so she leans in again, climbing into his lap and kisses him until she gets bored

poor kuroo didn't know what to do with his hands, the dummy :( reader had to take charge and placed them on her waist muttering an "idiot" under her breath

it goes on until reader feels something underneath her and kuroo looks like he's about to die. "my god, you're getting hard from this?" she taunts, grinding against him. "I've never met a bigger loser in my life"

it probably takes a few more makeout sessions before anything else happens and it's usually bc reader wants to experiment with kuroo, she wants to know what he likes and doesn't

handjobs and blowies, most nights she made him go down on her and she learned how fucking godlike kuroo's head game is

and it continues on and on, probably well into their second year before the two of them eventually have sex

ahhhhhh i love these two 🤧

©sugawarassoulmate 2021 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[joshslater]

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I was very hesitant when he picked me up at the nightclub. I could feel the disappointment and outright hostility from all the women and a lot of the men as the God walked up to me, started to make out, and then asked if I was up for some fun. That's what you get away with when no one ever says "no" I thought. With his incredibly handsome face, black hair, and athletic build that was probably not a word he was used to hearing. It would be impossible for him to know I was into guys, and coming on so strong could land you in hot water or rather knocked cold on the floor. Turns out he could know, and there was more to him than just utter handsomeness and unparalleled confidence. Way more.

It was back at his place he asked me if I could look like someone else, who would I pick? That's a game I've played many times before, so I instantly knew to answer Marco Albieri, the soccer player. He raised an eyebrow, took a step from me, and asked me why. "I don't know what it is about soccer players, but something about the game makes their bodies stunningly handsome. And Marco is just a step above the rest." He smiled a bright smile, made a dramatic gesture, and I was Marco. Looked exactly like him at least. It took me a moment to even realize what had just happened, but I could see myself in the full-length mirror. Or I couldn't, I should say. I saw Marco Albieri in full Paris Saint-Germain F.C. game kit. Mesmerized I took a step closer to the mirror, and Marco on the other side of the glass stepped closer as well. I looked just like him, my wettest, wankiest dream. I'd come so many times to exactly this fantasy. There was even a sheen of post-game sweat making all the skin glistening in his hallway designer lights.

He approached me from behind, still handsome but now by a much narrower margin. "You ready to fuck?" I didn't even answer but just turned around and kissed him. He wasn't shy in grouping me back. What followed was the longest fuck fest I've ever been part of. We went from room to room. It was like this body had limitless stamina, though it was the body of Marco after all, but an insatiable horny lust as well. Perhaps he had that too. It wasn't until early morning I fell asleep next to him, exhausted.

It was almost noon when I woke up, disoriented by everything. It was like it wasn't until now the craziness and impossibility of last night hit me. I could see Marco Albieri in the mirror at the other side of the bedroom, without shirt, and the most unkempt hair I had ever seen him with. I knew for a fact the secret hairstyling trick was body fluids. I suddenly felt very uneasy and exposed. Vulnerable even. I was here on vacation. How could I leave if I didn't look like my passport? How could I leave this building looking like Marco? There would be fans stopping me instantly. What the fuck am I thinking about? I'm erased from the world. No one I know, no one in my family would recognize me. Could I convince them I'm me and not a millionaire soccer player? Perhaps. But my life would be so complicated.

That's when he lazily strolled into the bedroom, completely naked showing off his chiseled body, one mug in each hand.

"You did this! How the fuck did you do this? You can't leave me like this!" "Morning!"

He handed me one of the mugs. On reflex I took a large sip of coffee only to discover it was red wine. It took me by surprise and I almost sprayed his white sheets with red mist of wine, but instead got some down my lungs and started to cough.

"Is this really the best you can think of?" he said. At first I had no idea what he meant. Then, still coughing, I realized it was my body again. The one I used to fly here, check into the hotel, and go out to nightclubs with.

"I... It's awfully inconvenient if I tried to leave with a different body." "That's it? That's the only reason?"

I felt stupid and unsure what to say. I liked my body, so why was it so hard to defend it? He took a large sip from his coffee mug of wine and climbed into bed next to me, but standing on his knees looking down on me.

"When's your flight back?" "Eh, in... On Sunday." "Plenty of time to let loose. How about going to the beach like this?"

This time I noticed the shift. The bed sagged down a bit under the extra load and I didn't even have to look in the mirror to see the freakish muscles. Two huge chest muscles peeked into my field of vision, and moving my arm I could see it was thicker than what my legs used to be.

I felt light-headed as we walked down to the beach. Probably the wine. He was subtle and classy, black Nike sneakers, black boardshorts, and a white T-shirt. I was anything but subtle. Probably twice his mass, annoying flip flops that flipped and flopped every step, white compression shorts that looked blindingly bright against my deep tan, a purple thong that peeked up over the rim of the shorts by the hips, visible because the neon yellow tank top was cropped above the belly button to show off the abs. The stringer waved for every step as my obscene pecs push out the yellow fabric like a hanging flag. It touched my body in surprisingly few places. Top of the traps and the nipples more or less.

After spending a few hours getting everyone passing by on the beach to turn their heads to observe the freak show he asked me to play floatation device for him. We went out in the water and did our best to have sex just outside where the waves broke. I think anyone who paid close attention could tell what we did, but no one could be really sure. He didn't appear to care.

"I made you something," he whispered. "What?" "A surfer," he said and begun walking towards the beach. As I wiped my long hair out of my face I understood he changed me again. No more shaved head, no more enormous meat slab. I still had a six-pack, I was still 6'-something, and my skin was deeply tanned, but that's about where the similarities ended. "Why?" I asked as I lied down on the beach towel next to his. "First dive bar opens soon, and I thought this would play better to the crowd." I was feeling woozy. "We want to play to the crowd?" He reached over and squeezed the pec closest to him. "Well, make them jealous at least."

There was something nagging at the edge of my thoughts. Some question I felt I needed to ask. I just couldn't quite put it into coherent thought.

"Did you drug me?" He made a high-pitched "Mmmm" sound. "Just a bit. To fit with the rest. Just go with it."

I shut my eyes, relaxed, and let his hand stroke me. I don't know how long we lied like that. Not too long, because the sun hadn't moved that much, but I sure did dozed off.

"Come on!" he said, like it was asking me to hurry up for the third time. A bit confused I got up from the beach towel. I wore a pair of eye-popping turquoise board shorts with black pattern and trim. Neon turquoise, if such a color was a thing. I knew it had a real trade name, but somehow it kept slipping my mind. They had a good fit, not loose, not tight, but rode low on my lithe body. Fuzzy pubes peeked out over the waistband, like a little forest edge where the treasure trail from the belly button ended. I looked around for a shirt or something to put on, but there was nothing except for a pair of flip-flops. These didn't look as cheap and fit much better than the previous pair though.

"Is that it?" I asked incredulously. "What more do you need?" he said, and looked at me like he wanted me for dinner. "Come!"

The bar wasn't far away and already busy when we arrived. He almost danced in, basically dragging me in, holding my hand. I was woozy from whatever I was drugged with, but in a way that made everything look amazing to me. In any direction I looked I was delighted by what I saw, no matter how mundane. The bar was not even half full and everyone looked as relaxed as you would expect from a bar half a block from the beach, though no one else was bare-chested. The decor was a random mix of styles, as expected by a dive bar. Tables for two or four were lined up in front of the bar at the back of the room. From a backroom somewhere behind it pumped music. I looked at my watch to see if it was already dance time, but I was only wearing a red nylon cord as a bracelet.

"You must be thirsty after a day in the sun," he said and handed me an Aperol Spritz. I could have sworn he hadn't left me for the bar, but then I didn't really trust my senses. We took a table for four and sat next to each other, facing the rest of the room. "So, tell me about your day," he continued, as if he hadn't been there for all of it.

For whatever reason I found it hard to figure out where to start, like it was all jumbled together despite nothing of consequence had happened. I began to describe how I had woken up in bed and how he surprised me with breakfast. How I had mistaken the red wine for coffee. I could feel his hand moving down my abs and into my board shorts. As he pulled out my erect cock from the shorts my immediate thought was of surprise. I hadn't realized I was hard. I continued to talk about how we went to the beach, while he was jerking me off with one hand under the table. It then hit me that I had no idea what my dick looked like, if it was big or small. I had never seen it. He had transformed me somehow into this surfer. How could I have forgotten something so monumental.

At that point I shot my load under the table. Four or five large pumps. I was suddenly aware again that there were people around us, and looking around tried to figure out if any of them could see I had my dick out. At the same time I was still feeling high or whatever it was. "I'll get a refill," he said, stood up and headed for the bar. I decided to put my dick back into the shorts.

"Hey, dude. Is he like your boyfriend?" someone standing next to me asked. How long had he been there? He was handsome, not quite as tall as I was now, but more muscled. The tight billabong shirt didn't hide much. "Him? No. We just..." I was trying to think of a good word. I wasn't sure what he was, or what was happening at all really. "Wanna check out the dance floor?" "Yeah... Yeah, I would."

I followed him towards the bar, and away to the side into the dance room. It was far from packed, but we were not alone at least. Immediately I regretted following him there, even before he started moving to the music. Once he did I knew I would look silly. I started to mimic his moves best I could. He smiled a crooked smile, though not an unkind one, when he saw what I was doing. He leaned forward and barely audible over the music asked "Are you up for a second round?"

"What do you mean?" I asked back. "I saw what that other dude did to you. I live nearby, if you want to try something that isn't over in minutes."

In the door opening I see him standing with two large drinks in his hands. He looks emotionless, which in itself was a scary contrast to how he looked before. He then drinks one of the drinks in one go, then immediately empties the other one as well. No sooner has he turned away with two empty glasses when I feel a desperate need to take a piss. He's fucking with me.

"Don't go anywhere," I say and dash towards to men's room.

It's empty. I go to the lone urinal and yank my dick out of the white thong. I'm confused, but happy I got there in time to relieve myself. Why am I wearing only a white thong to a bar? As the piss is streaming for longer than I can ever recall I look down my bare smooth legs and find a pair of eye-catching red hightops. When I'm finally done I have a look at myself in the mirror. Cute, young Latino boy with a red baseball cap on his unkempt hair, and a grey shirt. The shirt in a way makes the thong stand out even more and look intentionally inappropriate. Perfect!

I return to the dance floor and find the guy waiting. "There you are. Let's go!" he says, almost demanding. He doesn't say anything on the way to his apartment two blocks away. I keep looking his way, and it feels like my dick is growing bigger every time I look at those muscled arms. His pace is brisk without being conspicuous, he clearly wants us to get to his place as quickly as possible without being seen. In through an unlocked entrance, up two flights of stairs, and in through his apartment door.

As soon as he whisked me in and closed the door behind us he grabs me, shoves me into the wall next to us, and forcefully kisses me on my mouth. "You fucking whore! I'm so fucking horny you better know what you're doing."

He snores loudly again. I had tried to ignore it to spend a few more hours in the bed, but it's getting pointless to try to sleep any more. I carefully get up and get dressed. No need for a shower, now that everything dried. I make a final check I got everything with me that I brought in. There is that nagging feeling that I'm missing something. Well, whatever it was it can't be important. Quietly I exit his apartment and make my way out of the building. I feel restless being so quiet and calm, like it is unnatural for me to be that way. I basically explode in emotions as I exit the building and literally dance down the last few steps.

I try to think what to do next. My mind is like a spinning punch bowl of thoughts and I'm only able to fish out simple verbs. Party! Drink! Dance! Fuck! The sun is barely up, but perhaps I can find some nightclub still open.

[rebeccccccaaa]

ᴄᴀᴛ’s ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ?

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ᴄᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ/ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ! ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You have always been more modest not really ever having time to explore what could have been some sort of sensual alter ego and when Bucky finds out hes determined to bring the sex goddess in you out.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: slight fluff if you count flirty bucky, smut ofc (minors dni) [cam boy bucky (slight tipsy bucky and reader in the beginning); brief male masterbation (bucky has his door open during a session); fem!rec oral; hair pulling; spanking; real dirty talking; strong language, degradation; loss of virginity/ virgin reader but not innocent, touch starved reader, and overstim, overall pretty rough but aftercareeee]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: sorry in advanced if you don’t like iced coffee lol

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“There’s no way; you’re such a fucking liar,” Bucky threw his head back with laughter.

“I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything,” you scoff, rolling your eyes before standing up with annoyance.

“No! Don’t go, come on. I didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckled.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“Can I ask why?”

“I mean, honestly. I just never really had time. Although, I did avoid sweaty football players all of high school, but being in uni I just want to grind and grind, you know? Finish school and get my degree. I don’t really have much time going out and getting laid,” you explained.

“Shit, does my… ‘side job’ make you uncomfortable? I didn’t realize how you would feel about it being a vir-”

“Buck, I’m a virgin, not innocent,” you chuckled.

“Damn straight,” Bucky laughed.

“Let me help you,” he said, making you laugh out loud.

"With what?" you asked in disbelief.

"Let me take your virginity. 'S better than fucking some random drunkard in a one night stand, and let's face it, you're not getting a boyfriend anytime soon."

You couldn't help but keep laughing at what he was saying.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“You’re so full of shit, Barnes,” you snorted, too drunk to notice that Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Offer stands whenever, pretty girl.”

That was four weeks ago.

Since then, you feel like the tension between you and your roommate was especially thick since your tipsy confession. You couldn’t tell whether the things Bucky would say now were intentionally inappropriate or you just had a dirty mind. He seemed to always be shirtless; always.

“Did all your shirts catch fire? No, they got stolen, huh?” you joked.

“Har, har. Don’t be such a prude, pretty girl.”

“I’m not a prude,” you mumbled; at least he had the muscles to flaunt.

One quiet Friday evening, you sat in your room working away at your desk. You had been at it for a couple hours and as much as you wanted to throw in the towel you were so close to finishing everything you needed to finish this weekend. You went to the kitchen to grab a snack, maybe make a coffee, before drilling for the last hour to get everything done.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky said, standing with a glass of whiskey in hand. He always drinks before filming.

“Gettin’ ready for your… stuff?” you asked.

“What stuff?” he asked cheekily, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I haven’t posted anything in a couple weeks and my subscribers are thirsty,” he told you.

“I can only imagine,” you joked.

“Well, baby, I’m in the next room if you wanna stop imagining,” he said flirtatiously

“Fuck off. I’m just here to get coffee,” you smirked, grabbing the things you’ll need from the fridge.

“Well, then I’ll leave you to it,” Bucky said, smacking your ass hard before leaving for his room; you scoffed rolling your eyes at his antics.

You turned around making the coffee itself mindlessly before you grew slight concern when you had yet to hear the door of Bucky’s bedroom to shut. He always kept his door shut whilst you wore headphones blasting music so you wouldn’t have to listen to his unnecessary moaning and cursing. You silently begged the machine to hurry it’s brewing as Bucky began talking and moaning to his audience.

You gritted your teeth hearing him so clearly. Your breathing quickened and you felt your cheeks heat up. You hated how you wondered if he really was as vocal in bed as he portrayed online. You hated the way your stomach flipped and the tingle between your thighs. You’ve never felt so aroused before, you didn’t know what to do.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and you swallowed the dry lum in your throat.

You don’t even know how long you stood in the kitchen listening to Bucky. You were incredibly aroused, wetness pooling between your thighs. Your hands gripped at the counter desperate to not let your knees buckle as he got closer to his release.

“God, fuck you James,” you mumbled to yourself.

You couldn’t take it the groans he practically was screaming from his room. You stomped your way to his room to yell at him to close the door. You were enraged but you don’t really know why. Bucky’s side job never bothered so much until now and truthfully he wasn’t really to blame for how turned on you felt hearing him.

“Can you close the goddamn door?” you yelled approaching his bedroom.

“I hate to interrupt but I can fucking hear you- in the… kitchen,” you trailed off.

Bucky sat on his bed completely nude. His cheeks were red and his forehead had a layer of sweat as did his very smooth and very toned chest. Your body completely froze. It’s not that you hadn’t seen a man naked before. You’ve watched porn during the more stressful and lonelier nights, but Bucky was beautiful.

“Care to join?” Bucky breathed with a stupid smile.

“Jesus,” you gasped.

“I ain’t forget about that offer, pretty girl,” Bucky stood, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

“Whatcha say? You ready to finally deflower?” Bucky walked closer to you with a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“I’m sorry-” you stumbled over your words.

Your stomach fluttered from nervousness and arousal, your skin bursted into chills despite how hot and sweaty you were beginning to feel. You kept your eyes trained to anywhere but Bucky’s assets.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Cat's got your tongue?" he teased.

"James," you said sternly.

"Baby, I can make you feel so good. All you have to do is say the word," he whispered in your ear, making you shudder.

You know deep inside you that this wasn't a good idea in the long run. It sounds so tempting now but what would happen afterwards? What would happen to your friendship?

"Stop thinking so hard. Just let me make you feel good, please," he begged.

His hands caressed your sides and you couldn't resist squirming; he hasn't even touched you.

"I can tell you're starving. Itching to be touched by someone. Those lonely nights with a laptop and your fingers isn't enough. I can help you, pretty girl. Give you so much and more; give you nirvana. Just say the word," he spoke slowly, sensually; you were damn near shaking just from his words.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Please what?" he teased; Bucky was drunk off the power he had over you.

"Fuck me. Use me. Ruin me," you begged.

"As you wish."

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck smashing his lips to yours. He grinded his hips into you and you feel his hard on digging into you. Your fingers dug into the soft skin of his chest leaving small red marks and scratches littered.

Bucky moved his hand up behind your head, curling his fingers in your hair pulling harshly. his lips instantly attached to your neck biting and sucking to mark you, so you remember he was the one who made you feel euphoric in the coming days. He wants you to remember this night.

"Shit, that feels so good," you sighed.

"That's just the beginning, pretty girl. Get on the bed," he demanded.

You scurried to bed tearing your shirt and shorts off leaving you in your dark lacey undergarments.

"It's like you were ready for me to fuck you," he chuckled darkly.

He crawled up the bed to you like an animal hunting and taunting its prey. You couldn't help but nibble on your bottom lip, anxious for what was to come from Bucky.

His hands gripped your waist firmly pulling impossibly close to his body. He kissed you again and you swore you could stay like that forever. His lips felt so soft again yours, you melted against his body from pleasure.

His hands circled your back and pulled at the bra clasp before swiftly undoing it and letting free. You shrugged your shoulders to your ears allowing the straps of the bra fall gracefully down your upper arm before Bucky curled his finger over the front and tossed it aside to admire your chest.

Your shoulders subconsciously caved in, embarrassed to be so unclothed in front of someone for the first time. Again, you weren't innocent but anyone would still be nervous for their first time. Bucky smiled softly at your timidness; his hands rubbing your sides slowly and comforting to help ease your nerves a bit.

"You are so gorgeous, baby."

"Don't get sappy, Barnes," you joked; but in reality you don't need another reason to fall deeper for him. Not that you're falling to begin with.

"Yes ma'am," he grinned.

He flipped the both of you over so you laid on your back. His hands gently kneaded your breasts pulling moans from you with every squeeze. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting your perked buds, circling his tongue around. Your back arched into him and you think you can handle the pleasure but you find yourself involuntarily getting higher and higher. Moaning and gasping louder every time Bucky would bite down hard on your nipple. The last straw was when Bucky brought his fingers between your thighs and barely pressed against your aching clit that you fell suddenly over the edge crying Bucky's name.

"Did you just-"

"Fuck, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened. I- Everything just-"

Bucky cut you off with a deep kiss.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled.

"It's really hot that I was able to make you cum by just playing with these beauties," he flicked your nipples and squeezed your breats making you tremble.

“Shit, too much,” you whined.

Bucky ignored you once again, dipping his head back down, flicking his tongue over your overly sensitive buds. The squeal you made made Bucky chuckle darkly but he didn’t want to torture you so his lips trailed slowly down the valley of your breasts to you belly and hip bones. His fingers curled over your panties dragging them slowly down your legs.

“Fucking hell, pretty girl. You’re dripping. You’ve just been aching for me to get my hands on you for a while, huh?” Bucky taunted.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

Bucky’s hands rested against your knees pushing them as far as they could go before diving in you like a starved man. Truthfully, Bucky had dreamed of this moment since he met you for the first time moving in. As the days, weeks, and years went by, the urge to resist kissing and fucking you stupid was getting all to much. But now he finally has you under him, at his mercy and he was determined to pleasure as much as he could before getting his cock anywhere near you.

Bucky brought his fingers to circle your entrance, waiting until your legs were nearly shaking from the teasing. As he pushed his fingers past your folds, he brought his mouth down again kissing right above your clit. You gasped and sighed in pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of you heavenly.

“Shit, feels so good. So, so good,” you moaned.

Bucky’s tongue brushed over your clit and you couldn’t resist bucking your hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. Your back arched off the bed and your hands shot to his head tugging on his dark locks harshly. Bucky’s moans from your tugs vibrated against you and you knew you weren’t going to last any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Bucky! Shit!” you shrieked.

“Come on, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers,” he said.

Seconds later, you reached your high, crying Bucky’s names again as if it was the only word you knew how to say. Your head practically dangled off the bed, scooting closer and closer to edge desperate to pull away from Bucky’s talented mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful when you fall apart like that,” Bucky mumbled against your heated skin.

Sweat lined your forehead and your chest, your hair was scattered across the sheets like a maniac, and your skin along your neck down to your inner thighs was littered with little bruises and bite marks from Bucky. You looked ethereal.

“One more. Can you give me one more?” Bucky asked softly.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Such a good girl. I know you can, come on.”

Bucky gently flipped your body over, laying you on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, whispering sweet and kind things to you. You can’t even register what he’s saying because his godly erection is poking your ass and you're practically aching again to be railed by him.

“So eager for my cock, aren’t ya? Already being such a greedy little whore.”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good; gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered in your ear before biting on your earlobe.

He stood tall on his knees behind you gripping your hips, roughly pulling them flush against his pelvis; you pushed yourself up on your hands. He grabbed his aching cock, the tip red and leaking with precum. Bucky doesn’t even know how he was able to last so long without cumming but he did and now all he wants to do is cum deep inside you.

“Ready, pretty girl?” he teased, rubbing your cheeks softly with his hands.

“Fuck me good, James,” you moaned.

Bucky lined his dick with your entrance slowly pushing the tip past your folds. The burning sensation caused you to hiss and tense around Bucky, who instantly stopped his movements.

“No, it’s ok; you’re just bigger than I was anticipating,” you fussed.

“It’s ok. If it’s too much you tell me to stop,” Bucky told you.

“No, don’t stop, please!” you whined.

“Don’t get greedy,” Bucky warned.

“Think you can handle all of me?”

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He pushed his hips further in you slowly, careful to not hurt you. His hands ran slowly up your body before curling his fingers through your hair and pulling your head up. Once he bottomed out, he rested for a minute until you were ready for him to move.

“Holy fucking hell, baby. Feel so good wrapped around my cock, shit,” Bucky groaned above you.

“I feel so- full.”

“‘S like you were made for me, pretty girl.”

Bucky’s hips began to move faster and faster pulling moans from you that was music to his ears. Bucky relished in your sex. He used every ounce of willpower in him to keep control but you felt so heavenly, so sublime. He couldn’t hold back any longer. You could tell that Bucky was holding back and you didn’t want him to. He pleasured you twice already, it was his turn to feel good and if letting go would do that for him you would let him.

“Come on, Bucky. Fuckin’ ruin me!”

“Don’t say shit like that,” he grunted, still thrusting his hips.

“I can take it, baby. Use me,” you told him.

Bucky’s hips stilled only for a second before you felt a sharp stinging on your right ass cheek.

“You want me to fuck you like a whore? Fine, I will,” Bucky growled before pulling out and flipping you over.

Bucky rammed his hips into you fast and rough. His hand went to wrap around your throat squeezing the sides and your eyes rolled back. Tears brimmed your eyes and you cried out over and over again. You felt used, corrupted, violated. You love it.

“Fuck, yes!”

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking come,” Bucky groaned.

Bucky released your throat before dipping his head in the crook of your neck. His groans and moans were muffled by your skin. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your legs too wrapped around his torso pulling his body flushed against yours. Your nails ran down Bucky’s back; he breathed in sharply through gritted teeth before moaning loudly in your ear from the pleasurable sting.

Chasing his release along with yours, Bucky’s thrusts became relentless. Animalistic. Feral, even. Everything felt overwhelming. It didn’t take much longer until you felt Bucky’s stuttering thrusts and the spurts of warm cum coating your velvety walls. Bucky completely relaxed on top of you, his breath heavily hitting your sweaty skin. You scratched his back softly coming down from your own high breathing equally as heavily.

“You feeling ok, pretty girl?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered with a stupid grin on your face.

“You did amazing, you know?” Bucky kissed you softly; your stomach fluttering at the action.

“What now?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Now, I’m going to take care of you,” Bucky said, hopping off you and the bed.

You laid there breathing slowly now. You didn’t have the energy to move at this point. Your inner thighs burned deliciously and the soreness began to be more apparent all over your body. Bucky came back with a warm towel and bottle of water from the kitchen. He cleaned you up with the towel and you could help the soft moans and whimpers that escaped from you. Once you were cleaned, Bucky helped you sit up and held the now open water bottle for you to hydrate yourself. You couldn’t shake the butterflies and chills you got from Bucky’s stare. He couldn’t take his eyes off you anymore; like you hung the moon and stars for him.

“What?” you asked shyly.

“Nothing,” he grinned.

“Come on. You’ve gotta go pee,” he said carrying you in his arms towards his bathroom.

“No, I just want to go to sleep already,” you whined, voice muffled in the crook of his neck.

Bucky sat on you on the toilet and waited for you to… do your business. You just sat there squirming, and shaking from the cold that hit your body.

“Come on. You have to,” Bucky explained.

“I know, but I can’t pee in front of you. I’m shy,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, I just fucked-”

“Bucky, please,” you cut him off.

“Oh alright. Come back to bed when you’re finished, pretty girl,” Bucky said before leaving you.

You couldn’t shake the smile off your face. He was being so caring and nice to you, it warmed your heart. You felt a bit of heartbreak however wondering if this was just a one time thing. You cleaned yourself again and washed your hands before snatching one of Bucky's t-shirts that laid on the floor. When you came out Bucky was fiddling with his camera that was still set-up and your heart dropped.

Had he recorded the whole thing?

“I was gonna delete all the footage, but in all honesty you look so fucking sexy. Might keep it for myself,” he said winking.

“You recorded the whole thing without telling me?” you asked, tearing up.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m not gonna post it anywhere. You sorta screamed my name a few times so footage ain’t good anyway,” he said, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Hey, hey. I’m kidding. I’ll delete all of it, I promise,” he cupped your face.

“Come here; I gotta do one more thing for you,” he said, laying you down on the bed once again.

“What are you doing?” Bucky grabbed another towel and some scented lotion placing it on his bedside table.

“I’m gonna give you a massage. You’ll be less sore tomorrow morning. I’ll admit I was a bit rough,” he said, kissing your belly as he lifted his shirt off your body.

“You do this to all the girls you sleep with?” you teased, not really wanting an answer but you’ll play a part if it keeps from being humiliated because of feelings.

“Only the pretty girls,” he says, fully referencing his nickname he gave you a while ago.

“And how many pretty girls might you have?”

“There’s only one,” he whispered; his hands massaging along your back slowly, sensually.

“She must be really lucky,” you whispered too, afraid of speaking too loud.

“If anything, I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, she’s… she’s perfect. Beautiful. Smart. I could go on about her.”

“She sounds like a prude,” you joked.

“She was,” he chuckled.

“But trust me, now she’s a real feisty and sexy woman,” Bucky said before biting down hard on one of your ass cheeks.

“Ow! Bucky!” you squealed, making Bucky laugh.

Bucky tossed the towel away and placed the lotion back on the bedside table before grabbing the blankets and crawling under them with you. He held you close, entangling his legs with yours, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You mean all that?” you asked barely audibly.

“Yeah. I do, pretty girl.”

“You don’t have to delete the video,” you smirked, making Bucky laugh out loud.

He kissed your forehead snuggling closer to you, letting peaceful sleep envelop you both.

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Tim wright/Masky x Sleepy!Crybaby! Reader :D

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You're Valid. Be proud of who you are and what you do. Have good moments to create good memories/souvenirs because you ARE your memories. Without them you are nothing, someone who don't remember anything is not really a person and they'll don't feel like it, they'll be like.. empty ! So create good memories ! Be happy of little things ! And if you're sad it's okay too !

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When will he come home? It was so late…he said he’d be back late, but you didn’t think it would be THIS late. It was already approaching one in the morning…

You were waiting for your boyfriend Tim (or Masky as he liked to be called) to come home. He said not to wait up for him…but you couldn’t help it. It was almost your job to worry about him. 

And after someone broke his phone he hadn’t been able to get a new one and call you to let you know what the plan was. 

So here you were, sitting on the couch not knowing what time he’d get back. 

Another hour passed and you were sleepy as ever. Your head kept bobbing, and you told yourself many times “I’ll just rest my eyes for a second.” But you always jolted back up at the thought of Masky being in trouble. 

Finally, you heard the door knob jiggle before the door opened. 

Feeling intense emotions, you ran up to him, jumping into his arms. 

He looked at you, confused, “Why are you still up? I said not to wait for me.” And he caught you effortlessly. He rubbed your back and carried you upstairs to your shared bedroom. 

Tears fell down your face and they soaked into his hoodie. 

“Woah! Why are you crying?” He said, concerned as he laid you on the bed. 

You sniffled and clung to him, and he laid down with you knowing you wanted the physical touch at this particular moment. “I was-I was just so worried about you!” 

He took off his mask and set it on the bedside table. Masky gave you a smile, and patted your head, “Don’t worry about me. I’m tougher than I look.” And he joked by grabbing his upper arms and flexing to show you his muscles. 

The tears didn’t stop, and you rested your head on his chest. It smelled. He had definitely got his victim’s blood on it, but you were too tired to care. 

“I…I love you so much…” You mumbled, falling asleep knowing he was home safe. 

You didn’t see it, but he smiled at you adoringly. “I love you too…” And he tried to get up, but even in your sleep you clung to him. “Come on, I gotta shower before I get blood all over the bed!” And he tried to get up once again. 

A sniffle came from you, but you slowly eased your grip on your boyfriend. 

Taking the opportunity when he had it, he got up and went towards the bathroom to shower. He looked back at you, and the same adoring look was on his face once more. Even in your sleep, you were the sweetest person in the world. You cared for him so much, and he knew it. 

You woke up soon after, and he was still in the shower. You could tell by the sound of the water, and you rubbed your eyes, still extremely tired. 

But…you wanted Masky. You knew he was safe, but you worried about the next time he got into a fight with a victim. And you often had nightmares about terrible things happening to him. You knew if you fell asleep with such unresolved feelings, those nightmares would happen again. 

Walking quietly to the bathroom, you discarded your clothes, Masky’s already laying haphazardly on the ground. 

You pulled the curtain back, and a shrill scream came from his mouth. A noise you never thought he would make. 

“Hun! You scared me half to death! What are you doing?” He managed to get out, still recovering from the scare he just experienced. 

“Wanna be with you…” You mumbled, and it took him a moment to process the words. 

That same adoring look he often gave you took over his face. “You just had to say so…” And he turned back around, looking towards the water. 

Without hesitating, you hugged him from behind. He relaxed into your touch, and you felt so much more at ease knowing he was here, with you, and safe. 

You yawned, and he let out a small chuckle. “You’re such a tired thing, aren’t you?” And he turned, now washing you with body wash. 

You started to cry, now out of relief that he was safe. He wouldn’t have known, being in the water and all, but a sob escaped and he panicked momentarily. 

Masky regained his composure, and rubbed your back, pulling you into a tight hug. “God…you’re such a crybaby you know that?” But his tone was anything but cruel. It was out of love, and admiration. 

To him, you crying so much was almost comforting. It showed you had strong emotions. Something he wasn’t used to before he met you. A lot of the people he is around due to his partaking in murder, were sociopaths or psychopaths. You…were refreshing. A kind soul if there ever was one. 

You yawned, and Masky finished washing you. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, little crybaby.” He said as he picked you up, turning off the water in the process. 

He sat you down on the toilet, and ran back to the bedroom quickly to get your pajamas. 

You nearly fell asleep there, but he came back and got you dressed, before putting on his own sleepwear. 

Once you were both dressed, he carried you to bed. “Come here.” And he laid you down with your head on his chest. It was comfortable, and you could feel yourself quickly falling asleep. 

Masky was quick to follow, and you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Just how you liked it. 

Despite him calling you crybaby, some part of you knew he admired that trait. In his eyes, seeing you cry out of worry for him was both admirable and worrisome. He enjoyed that you cared enough about him to cry. But at the same time…he hated being the one to make you cry. 

After some time, he realized it wasn’t HIM necessarily. But situations he got himself in. Either way, he enjoyed you getting so excited when he returned. And he knew…

He’d do everything in his power to return to you, always.